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Young Niggaz (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I wanna dedicate this one to robert "yummy" sanderford
And all tha other little young niggas
That’s in tha rush to be gangstas…

As a young nigga
[???]
Give anythang
To be that innocent again
When i was ten
I didn’t bang
But i was hangin with tha homies
Till them niggas started slangin’
Now they don’t know me
I got my hustle on
Learned to ignore
What coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million
Can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me
Don’t sweat me
If tha cowards really want me
Come get me
And even i
Someday will die
But i’m cautious up in my ride
Put down the top
Now we flossin
Hit the freeway
Let the wind blow
Drop the window
Workin with a 20 sack a indo
Feelin’ good
Stop through the hood
Grab tha young thugs
And i can’t help but reminice back when we slung drugs
It was bad
But all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn’t see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends

Chorus
Your the kind of g like everyone knows
He’s always g’ed up, from head to toe
[my memories as a young nigga]
Always got it flown like al capone
He’s the kind of g out there, i know

Back in jr. high
When we was barely getting by
When daddy died
That’s when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drive-bys
Couldn’t survive
All my homies livin short lives
I couldn’t cry
Told my momma if i did die
Just put a blunt in my casket
Let me get my dead homies high
Then follow me throughout my history
It’s just me against the world
Stuck in misory
As a young nigga
My only thing is to get paid
Life full of riches
Avoid snitches cause they shadey
Back in the day
We always had the time to play
But after they taught them gangbangers how to spray
Not just la
But in the bay and chicago and even st. louis
Every stadium that i go
When will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was…
To be a young nigga

Chorus
You’re the kind of g like everyone knows
He’s always g’ed up, from head to toe
[my memories as a young nigga]
Always got it flown like al capone
He’s the kind of g out there, i know

Bridge
I’m tellin you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb and
All that…..ya’ll niggas don’t know how good you really do got it.
Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.
Before you end your life, before you begin your life
Ya dumb nigga

Now that i’m grown
I got my mind on being something
Don’t wanna be another statistic
Out there doin nothin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game
Keep it real and i will
Even if it kills me
My young niggas
Brake away from these dumb niggas
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga
Tha rest will come
Figure fame is a fast thang
They’re gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket
Murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time
No longer livin
Cause he trew up tha wrong sign
And everyday
I watch tha murder rate increase
And even worse
Tha eppidemics and diseases
What is the future?
The projects lookin hopless
There, more and more brothas givin up
A don’t care
Sometimes i hate when brothers act up
I hit tha weed
And i procced to blow the track up
For young niggas

Chorus
Your the kind of g like everyone knows
He’s always g’ed up, from head to toe
[my memories as a young nigga]
Always got it flown like al capone
He’s the kind of g out there, i know

[repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]
This goes out to the young thugs
Have nots
The little bad motherfuckers from tha block
Those niggas that’s 13 and 14 and drivin’ cadilacs and benzs and shit
Young motherfuckin hustlers
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i’m sayin?
Fuck around and be pimpin put here
You could be a lawyer
Niggas gotta get they priorities straight

Young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin…

Fade chorus out…

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Young Niggaz (Letra)

Tupac

Tupac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I wanna dedicate this one to Robert ‘Yummy’ Sanderford
and all other lil’ young niggaz that’s in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I’m almost ?swellin? in the wind
Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn’t bang but I was hangin with the homies
tell them niggaz started slangin that they don’t know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn’t pay me
Lately I’ve been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me
with that jealousy they need to miss me, don’t sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
someday will die but I’m cautious, I’m fin’ to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can’t help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it’s bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn’t see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
as young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died
That’s when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn’t survive
All our homies livin short lives, I couldn’t cry
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history, it’s just
_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play,
but that’s before they taught them gangbangers how to spray
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

I’m tellin you..
.. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that
Yo, y’all niggaz don’t know how good you really do got it
Muh’fuckers need to just calm down
and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life
‘Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life
You dumb nigga

Now that I’m grown, I got my mind on bein somethin
Don’t wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz
break away from these dumb niggaz
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest’ll come nigga
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin
at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
The projects lookin hopeless, where
more and more borhters givin up and don’t care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
For these young niggaz
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
Take it slow nigga, it’s for the young niggaz
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
As a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
Memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
[‘Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that’s right)
Them niggaz that’s thirteen and fourteen
Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)
Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy)
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer
youknowhatI’msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight
(Don’t see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah
(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don’t be no dumb guy
(Don’t be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz)

* singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song *